How Green it Was...

HOW GREEN IT WAS...

A bumper crop was my intention, organic greens, my lawn's extension.
I prayed each day and walked my rows "Oh La'ard, I hope that sump'in grows!"
But the days passed by and nut'tin' grew
I wat'red and hoed and spread manu-
er all around...
...as I trudged along my barren ground.
I crack'd a beer and cursed the La'ard, "NARY A BLOODY PEA NOR A FLOW'RIN GOURD...
WHAT'S UP WIT' THIS! WHAT CAN I DO!" That's when I saw it by my shoe.
A fragile little swayin' shoot I'd almost crushed it 'neath my boot!
"With God as my WITNESS, a gard'ner I'll be! I'll n'er go hungry, you wait and see!"
Well, the days passed by and my garden grew
I watered and hoed and tilled manu-
er with the soil...
...and smiled amongst my verdant toil.
Them hearty plants shot six feet high and swayed a'neath the shelt'rin' sky.
T'was a sunny day in my backyard, I was in my garden workin' hard.
I heard a noise and turned to see two men in suits staring right at me.
"This your garden?" one of them said. "Why yea, O'course!" and I nodded my head.
I was face down in the dirt a'fore I knew,
chokin' on the soil and all that manu-
er that fed the plants...
...so scared was I, I wet my pants.
Yep, I won't forget that day... nor the gentlemen from the D.E.A.
I still reflect on my gard'nin' hell as I pace 'round my prison cell.
I'll n'er garden again and I don' wanna
'cause them plants weren'a tomatoes...but Canadian marijuana!